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I have a bunch of colorful dreams,
Some are long, some are round and some are hard.
They are lying in the pencil box chatting.
As soon as you open it, jump on the white paper.
Where the toes slip,
Big lawn, green;
Big wild flowers, red;
The blue sky,
Blue becomes-transparent-bright!
In the dense forest,
Cedar is holding hands,
Please leave a song for the bird.
On the chimney of the hut,
Be an apple-like sun,
Big and red!
My colored pencil,
It is the spirit of the big forest.
My colorful dreams,
It smells like fruit, sometimes it makes the wind.
And the reminder of purple grapes,
Flowing in a stream ......